Grim reaper t-shirt, you will be mine

I’ve reclaimed you, my stolen bride ! Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion ? 

-Alesana, Alchemy sounded good at the Time

My birthday is coming faster than I should. Oh you probably noticed this but tonight, I’m too lazy for poesy.

Just facts. 

I painted a bunch of flowers for the chicken lady. She owns chickens, and it’s just an great grand aunt. The chicken lady. It’s her birthday, before mine. I will probably get to see my cousins, this is also very great. 

I suck at volleyball, and I’m apparently able to hurt my wrist even when I’m sleeping. It snowed yesterday, and I want to paint. Angels. Angels everywhere. If you listen to alesana, you probably understand what I mean by this, but their music is literally divine. It speaks to me in a angelic way. 

Ah, lately there have been a lot of girls kissing around me. Good for them, I guess ? (Ah, I said no poesy this time but guess what I found in my notes app from last week…)

Poison and girls kissing 

Salt and abandoned birthday card, 

Sweat and screw it, I’m just a coward. 

I probably lost the friend of the year award. 

Wired headphones and crossing the road without looking,

Everyone likes truth or dare.

Hold on till May and thoughts of leaving,

I wish you stopped pretending that you care.

(It’s lame but guess what, what if these end up being song lyrics or something)

I want this freaking tshirt so bad, I’m capitalism’s little slut in December.